The Golden Scar

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The Golden Scar

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the glass, a persistent, grey weight that blurred the world outside into a smear of slate and rust. Inside the detention cell, the air was stale, recycled through vents that hummed with a low, insect-like drone, carrying the faint, metallic scent of ozone and old sweat. Silas Vance sat on the cold concrete floor, his back against the wall, his...

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